ada ciganlija

who indeed will shoot the century in the heart

Your selfie will not save you from your corpse... the clock of it, Its ruptured spleen, its begging and blank labor? Every century Falls below the imagination of itself then takes the shape of its falling: A crow is the emperor of any domain that capitulates to the whistle And weather of crows. No angel will come and bear these migrant Deaths beyond this bird and human reason. Someone called it a miracle-the gassing. That it could be done Remotely. With various devices. And no one harmed. My father, who is dead, said it reminded him of getting a haircut On Good Friday: "One man closes his eyes, another cuts it off" The mark of invisibility is often mistaken for the mark of absence; All desire is shaped by the delusion of consent. Who has not been an entryway shuddering in the wind Of another's want, a rose nailed to some dark longing and bled?

Unicorns brought the news of human reason to the border So we gassed them. It was unlike the echo of guitars in a stone Cathedral or midnight's crow landing snow in a field of wheat. Their deaths had a magpie's clarity for prophecy in the bits Of mane, snagged flags in the tines of the border fence, prophecy In the blood blotting the stones that winked at us as if saying you too, You too will become the clock of your disappearance. Leviathan, Nightstick, tear gas-the century, barely beyond its birth- Rattle, had become a banker riding the greenback of a brown Stallion to dust and bone. Who will shoot the century in the heart? Who will take a selfie with the corpse wearing a sign that reads:

echo: from the mountains. roger reeves

What do we do with duplicates?

The original and duplicate are placed in a Document Arena (or Docudome™), then we turn away from them and allow one to consume the other, unobserved. This is a double-blind trial, where we don't know which was the original. Thus, only the strongest document survives.

water droplets on tree branches, delicately suspended

everything felt like a tender miracle today, the smallest things, the quotidian things

woolf was not thinking of me at all when she made this and yet here i am, as distant as a star, utterly moved by what she made

such a terrific sense of with-ness sometimes, when reading, truly fantastic, how on earth does it work

took out mrs dalloway on a whim from the library and !!!!!!!!!!

for days i have been thinking about making linguine with prawns, arugula, tomatoes, garlic, chilies and lemon and now i have

dreams can come true, it can happen to you

flexing my bicep at you

i had my bare arms out today, glory glory

to me they look like the open mouths of hatchling birds in a nest

an effusion of purple crocuses

machines for seeming

Both of the options here are human writers. The first option is unprocessed human writing and the second option is human writing run through a language model to reproduce the same outputs with different words

If it couldn't have existed without training data, it isn't creating anything at all.

sometimes they make a very faint parentheses next to a short passage and in the margin write ? or — this last i am unsure what it can mean

my weirdo secret: i like taking a book out of the library and finding that someone has made discreet little annotations in the margins in pencil

matter of fact am reading one now accompanied by my mystery predecessor

Pictures emerging from today’s heavy bombing of Isfahan. Damages to the mirror works, tiles, floors, and carved wooden doors of Safavid palaces of Aali Qapu and Chehelsotoon. Both of these are within the UNESCO Heritage complex of Naqsh-e Jahan Square. These are 16th-17th century bldgs.

the world I thought that you were an anchor in the drift of the world; but no: there in't in anchor anywhere. There isn’t an anchor in the drift of the world. Oh no. I thought you were. Oh no. The drift of the world.

william bronk

‘Dark, like our future’: Iranians describe scenes of catastrophe after Tehran’s oil depots bombed Residents report terror of smoke-filled city, from potentially toxic rain, air and water to food scarcity and difficulty of escape

“Tehran is burning. And smoke has filled the streets. It’s impossible to drive out of the city right now and even with the windows closed, heavy smoke is making its way inside."

Read every word.

we inter her ashes tomorrow. i don’t want to do this and i will

Dozens killed as Israeli special forces raid Lebanese village in search of 40-year-old remains Overnight, one Israeli operation saw at least 41 people killed and 40 injured, according to the Lebanese health ministry.

Pretty serious allegation here. "Witnesses told the BBC that the Israeli soldiers had arrived disguised in Lebanese military fatigues and used ambulances with signs of Hezbollah's Islamic Health Organization."
www.bbc.co.uk/news/article...

The Iranian Red Crescent has sent a request to the International Criminal Court calling for a criminal investigation based on the US/Israel's systematic attacks against civilians and civilian objects including:

6,668 civilian structures
5,535 homes
14 hospitals
65 schools

One Day, Everyone Will Have Always Been Against This By Omar El Akkad

I’ve been haunted by many turns of phrase from this outstanding book, but one that stood out to me and echoed in my head at least every week of 2026 is:

“Not a single unexpected thing happened.”

so incredibly grateful for raspberries

Happy International Women's Day to the Cloverfield monster

i also believe in a judicious nap

i believe in momentum

because i don’t want to and that’s enough for me

(i have a v long list of real reasons but this is at the top)